Sunday, April 20, 2014

POEM: "In Our Brave Moonshine"

In Our Brave Moonshine

Believe me, the Ancestors Are not jealous of our lives.Believe me, the Ancestors Wait in our brave moonshineAre not pleased we're still at work.If they have any emotions leftPity is what they feel. They frown. Do they see us? Do they complain?Laugh more. Love more. Be more. So unhappy with what we've got. They whisper in the shadowsAsking that we benefit betterFrom all they did without.

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Born in New York, he lived in many countries until Australia finally took him in. He is currently a Foreign Expert EFL teacher in China. There were some extreme sports once; now he plays (mostly) respectable chess and pool. He listens to the Grateful Dead. He claims he can read Shakespeare in the original. Some days he thinks there is nothing easy about the Tao.